Jack Kerouac, born Jean-Louis Lebris de Kérouac

Kerouac, born Jean-Louis Lebris de Kérouac

American Writer, Poet, Novelist, Artist, Free Thinker, Visionary, Philosopher, Rebel, Co-Founder of the Beat Generation

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Who doesn't feel studious when he doesn't have a girl with a Riviera suntan?

Yet this book is to prove that no matter how you travel, how 'successful' your tour, or foreshortened, you always learn something and learn to change your thoughts.

You'll be sorry someday. Why don't you ever understand what I'm trying to tell you: it's with your six sense that you're fooled into believing not only that you have six senses, but that you contact an actual outside world with them. If it wasn't for your eyes, you wouldn't see me. If it wasn't for your ears, you wouldn't hear that airplane. If it wasn't for your nose, you wouldn't smell that midnight mint. If it wasn't for your tongue taster, you wouldn't taste the difference between A and B. If it wasn't for your body, you wouldn't feel Princess. There is no me, no airplane, no mind, no Princess, no nothing, you for krissakes do you want to go on being fooled every damn minute of your life?

Who knows, my God, but that the universe is not one vast sea of compassion actually, the veritable holy honey, beneath all this show of personality and cruelty?

You are the equal of the idol who has given you your inspiration.

Your art is the Holy Ghost blowing through your soul

Whoo, Frisco nights, the end of the continent and the end of doubt, all dull doubt and tomfoolery, good-by

You can not live in this world, but there is no other place to go.

Your Buddhism has made you mean Ray and makes you even afraid to take your clothes off for a simple healthy orgy.

When I got better I realized what a rat he was, but then I had to understand the impossible complexity of his life, how he had to leave me there, sick, to get on with his wives and woes.

Why did God make all this all so decayable and dieable and harmable and wants to make me realize and scream?

You can't fight City Hall. It keeps changing its name.

Your mind makes out the orange by seeing it, hearing it, touching it, smelling it, tasting it and thinking about it but without this mind, you call it, the orange would not be seen or heard or smelled or tasted or even mentally noticed, it's actually, that orange, depending on your mind to exist! Don't you see that? By itself it's a no-thing, it's really mental, it's seen only of your mind. In other words it's empty and awake.

When it is recognized that there is nothing beyond what is seen of the mind itself, the discrimination of being and non-being ceases and, as there is thus no external world as the object of perception, nothing remains but the solitude of Reality.

Why did I allow myself to be bored ever in the past and to compensate for it got high or drunk or rages or all the tricks people have because they want anything but serene understanding of just what there is, which is after all so much.

You can't teach the old maestro a new tune.

You're a genius all the time.

When the railroad trains moaned, and river-winds blew, bringing echoes through the vale, it was as if a wild hum of voices, the dear voices of everybody he had known, were crying: Peter, Peter! Where are you going, Peter? And a big soft gust of rain came down.

Why is he so mad about white tiled sinks and ?kitchen machinery? he calls it? People have good hearts whether or not they live like Dharma Bums.

You don't know what to say to me because the kingdom is within...flesh and blood's dream...so you fly now, pay later, all of us...I mean actually it's PAY NOW, FLY LATER.

When you feel depressed and you wanta go here, wanta go there, remember Mind Essence; the world, like dreams, will never come true. Operate on Intuition, Rest and Be Happy. It's all in your head what happens so you might as well think happiness.

Why think about that when all the golden land's ahead of you and all kinds of unforeseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?

You guys are going somewhere or just going? - We do not understand the question, but it was a damn good question.

When you start separating people from their rivers, what have you got? Bureaucracy!

Will you love me in December as you do in May?

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American Writer, Poet, Novelist, Artist, Free Thinker, Visionary, Philosopher, Rebel, Co-Founder of the Beat Generation